Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-01-11
CHAPTER III.
HOW SHE GOT A WHISTLE.

THREE days after this visit to the mill
Trip was again at the gate looking ct it.
The wings were stationary, there was alb
solutcly no wind. There was 10 work
for the miller in the mill. Trip knew
this, and knew that now her time had
come for Observing and measuring herself
by the skeleton sails. So she opened the
gate and went in, boldly crossed the
magic circle and stepped up to the
wings. The clog was on. Even had
breeze blown they would have only
creakcd and heavcd a little, but would
not have swung about. Moreover, the
sails were reefed. The air, if 1t stirred,
would pass through the wings. They
were mere frames.
AS Trip stood studying them Joe per-
ceived her. He was working in his
garden. He was bent over his work,
hoeing or banking up potatoes. He saw
her from under the willows before they
broke into spray of red and yellow
osier. He watched her figure for some
time as she walked about tho wing
nearest the ground and climbed on to the
first rib.
Then he pshawedl and growled out a
word of annoyance. That child was be-
coming nuisance. She would infest
the mill like mouse. She would inter
fere with his work. She would run into
danger. She must be forced to leave him
in peace.
So he stood up, walked to the osier
fringe, parted the glossy stems, and
called Little Tu'pennyr'
She did not seem to hear him.
81 say-Twopenny Rater'
No notice.
"Hcy, thcrel Colman's Mustardl"
She turned away toward the steps
without seeming to hear him.
"Miss Iriptolema Yellowleaf Redfern."
She was round at once, and came
bounding over the turf, with outspread
arms, like skimming bird, her fair hair
blown back as she ran. Eyes, Mr.. Wes-
tern"
"Come here" he called. "Not that
way You cannot jump the ditch. Round
the gate in the road"
''IIold out your ARM
She leaped the moat; but if he had not
caught her she would have slipped back,
repealed by the spring-lke willow rods,
and fallen into the water.
He drew her through the bushes. She
was laughing, rosy, smiling.
"What are you doing here, Joe9" she
asked
working, Miss Triptolema."
"Worlingl Oh, that is too bad. The
day is fine; there is no wind You should
take q holiday"
~ never have holidays"
81 intend to have nothing else"
"Why are You not at SCHOOL," asked
the miller
because | have left school The mas
ter called me names, so mother has taken
me away"
Eyes; he must learn lesson. He will
lose a penny a week. You also, | must
teach you a lesson; you also called me
names"
THE best lesson will be to stay away.
You must not come here any more bother
ing me-"
"Do those white butterflies bother
you2'' asked Trip, pointing to pair flu It
tering over the cabbages
''Do they not? They are my greatest
plague. They eat out the very hearts Of
my pants"
"Order them away. They will not go.
1t Is their nature to dance about your
garden. You may order me away; but
won't 60. shall play about you; and IL
only saw my way to eat out your heart,
Joe-Id do it, and laugh to be able to
torment youl"
There. : said the miller; ~ have no
time to chatter with you. All l say is,
it is pity. You ought to be at school.
1dleness leads to mischief
He resumed his mattock She seated
herself on rail, surveying her feet, and
then began to sing. She lad a sweet,
sparkling voice. Her notes were like bits
OF glass
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